I was in my room getting dressed and my youngest came barreling through the door. He doesn't let things like shut doors or "get out! I'm getting dressed!" stop him.
He saw me and ran back out.
Ya, I'd run too, punk.
Not 30 seconds later he came back with the Barbie stethoscope yelling "Doctor, Momma! Doctor!"
If he becomes a plastic surgeon specializing in stomach reconstruction after multiple births we'll all know where he got his inspiration.
You're welcome world.